Snippet #2283637

Mar stared in mild disbelief as Sumara fawned over his Bulbasaur, then glanced at his starter, wondering how it would react. He and Bulbasaur had a very businesslike relationship. Bulbasaur knew what to do and did it without fuss, but when battles, training, and healing were done the plant-dinosaur went back into his Pokeball and Mar went back on his way.

His eyebrows rose considerably at the way his plant-type at once made a crooning, cooing sound of pleasure and looked up at Sumara with undisguised adoration. Mar frowned at that, wondering where his battle-ready tough guy had disappeared to. Perhaps he'd been starved for physical affection and had just never shown it. Bulbasaur head-butted Sumara's leg gently and looked up at her again, obviously smiling.

Almost without meaning to Mar handed over his new Seedot's Pokeball, though the unspoken retort on the tip of his tongue was "I've got Potions of my own, you know." Instead he just watched her, his brain struggling to compute the kind gesture that seemed to come out of nowhere. She really was like a completely different girl when Pokemon were involved. He'd known this peripherally, having grown up around her his whole life, but this was the first time he'd gotten to really experience the extreme change from tough and scrappy to caring and sweet so quickly and in such close proximity. He tilted his head slightly, frowning, and watched her work, not at all sure what to make of this.

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Brigson lifted an eyebrow, curious about the details of the project. He refrained from asking, though, wanting to make sure they were situated and on their way before any pleasantries would take place. Brigson wasn't even completely sure if said pleasantries would occur, as he himself was terrible at small talk and tended to put others off with his general demeanor. One phone call later and they were set, awaiting the arrival of a pair of Fearow to carry them on to Slateport. Feeling better now that his list of things to do was shorter, Brigson settled back on his heels and fixed his gaze on Styx and Jace once more.

Alright, time to establish a good rapport with your charge, Brigson coached himself mentally. Wracking his brain for a topic that wasn't firearm training, self-defense coaching or nautical emergency facts, Brigson let out a slow sigh. As much as he wanted to grill Jace for all the details of his work right that moment, he knew they'd have many days to discuss business. It should be okay to let that wait a bit longer.

"So, a training techniques project. What have you tried so far?"

((Sounds good to me. I think I'd like to be evil and say one oversized Fearow was sent to them instead of two, so they have to fly together latched onto each other :P For an island name... how's Sandstone Island?))